Separation

By Drew S., Mason, OH

A hole, black and unseen, fills a heart of joy that sees all. If a lullaby echoes through its soul, it will be soothed to sleep and then lose its calm.

A nightmare gives a glimpse of complete horror and then eludes the mind. As all things are lost in time, so it would be too. For there is no dream to wake up to and no reality to see in the depths of sleep. A lub-dup of pain is a beat lost in the quiet echoes of the world. Let all silences be broken by passion and fury. The world is big enough for every person but not for fear. Where is it?

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